Tired is bumping into a wall and muttering about how someone is always under your feet around here.
Tired is standing in the shower staring intently at the shampoo bottle having no idea if you used it yet or not.
Tired is giving the hairy eyeball to the child who meekly asks for another bowl of cereal after you put the box away.
Tired is looking all over the bed you are sitting on for your socks only to discover you already put them on.
Tired is making a cup of tea while simultaneously brewing a pot of coffee.
Tired is me.